Chapter 1262: It's nothing, be more careful in your next life

Entering March, the weather in the capital had truly warmed up.

Especially after the two light rains during the first week of the month, the air felt even warmer and more humid.

Qin Jingru directed Han Jiankun to turn over every inch of the front and back yards of the No. 1 Courtyard at Haiyuncang.

Regardless of what was to be planted, if she said it had to be turned, it had to be turned.

"I told you we were late with the covering—"

Even then, she wasn't satisfied; early in the morning, she was already nagging Han Jiankun about the vegetable shed in the yard.

It was barely a shed, just a small patch of land covered by a plastic film stretched over a frame made of bamboo strips.

"Aunt Zhang's family in the front yard is already eating bok choy."

No one knew the goings-on in the neighborhood better than she did; Li Xuewu hadn't even figured out who all the neighbors were.

Look at her, she was practically ready to go over and visit them.

"We talked about setting it up at the end of January, but we didn't get to it by early February. If we had covered it earlier, we could have had bok choy and small radishes, dipped in some fried bean sauce—how refreshing that would have been—"

"Jingru," Li Xuewu said, carrying Li Ning out of the guest room on the first floor, amused. "If we don't have it, let's just not talk about it. You talk about it, and now I'm craving it too."

"Let her talk, her mouth is rented anyway."

Han Jiankun was also tired of listening. He retorted with that one sentence, turned around, and went out to work, not giving Qin Jingru any room to respond.

Qin Jingru stared, chasing him out from the dining room, but seeing Han Jiankun had slipped away, she turned her gaze to Li Xuewu.

"You make it sound so easy. I'm not a magician. If the vegetables in the ground aren't ripe, can I just pull them out—"

She gestured toward the door and said, "I told him to do it a long time ago, but you were afraid he'd get tired. Now look!"

"Mm, I suppose it's my fault then."

Li Xuewu amusedly carried his son to the living room. The little guy weighed twenty-four and a half jin; anyone who held him for a while would be exhausted.

Yet, the more he approached the age where he would learn to walk, the more he clung to people to carry him, his eyes full of understanding.

"Ah—"

Li Ning pointed at the items on the cabinet for his father, handling them one by one, fiddling with them, and looking them over.

Basically, this was the routine every morning.

When Gu Ning changed the little one's diaper and clothes, he would first take the eldest to wash up. Once the two of them were done, he would carry the little one downstairs to play, while Gu Ning combed the eldest's hair and changed her clothes.

By the time the mother and daughter came down, Qin Jingru had basically finished preparing breakfast.

Counting Qin Jingru and her husband, there were six people in the family. With food for adults and food for children, it was like a battle when they got busy, and they still had to look after the two little ones babbling away.

Li Ning couldn't speak in complete sentences yet, couldn't even enunciate clearly, and only made noises at his big sister.

But when it came to Li Shu, the whole family had to act as her audience.

If the "Little Demon King" dropped a single word, this little girl would insist you pick it up.

"Eat quickly, your little mouth is going a mile a minute—"

Li Xuewu's ears were about to explode. He smiled and tapped his daughter's little hand, saying, "We still have to go to Grandma's house."

"Grandma says to chew slowly when eating," Li Shu raised her head, looking at her father and retorting, "Grandma also says I can't learn from Dad's wolfing down food; it's not pretty at all—"

The "leaky cotton-padded jacket" sat in the high chair her great-grandfather had made, swinging her little legs, and chirped, "Dad, tell me, should I listen to you or Grandma?"

"Mm, it has to be you, Li Shu!"

Qin Jingru amusedly added a piece of cornmeal pancake to her tray and said with a smile, "There aren't many people in the entire Red Star Factory who can leave your dad speechless."

"Listen to Grandma, Dad was wrong."

Li Xuewu nodded with a smile and said, "But Dad has to get to work early today, so the plan for you to go to Grandma's house is canceled. Stay home and play with your aunt, okay?"

"No—Leader—"

Qin Jingru, who had just been watching the fun, couldn't smile anymore. "You can't retaliate like this."

"Be good, eat quickly—"

Now, without Li Xuewu needing to urge her, Qin Jingru took the initiative to coax Li Shu into finishing her small piece of corn pancake quickly.

"You don't want to stay home and farm with your aunt, right?"

"I can help you feed the chickens, Auntie."

Li Shu, feeling she had been rejected, still knew how to find work for herself. She took the small bag her aunt handed her, looking somewhat dissatisfied.

"Of course Auntie knows Li Shu is very hardworking, but Auntie doesn't want Li Shu to be too tired—"

Qin Jingru couldn't imagine the scene of the "Big Demon King" and the "Little Demon King" pestering her, so she did her best to coax Li Shu.

"Think about it, Mom has gone to work, Dad has gone to work, and Uncle Han has gone to work too."

She was afraid Li Xuewu would think it was a waste of time and wouldn't take Li Shu, so she carried the child out first.

"Only Auntie is left at home. Don't you think that's boring? There are more children at Grandma's house, right?"

"Auntie, I want to eat steamed egg custard tonight—"

Li Shu made a wish before getting into the car; she knew that usually, her aunt wouldn't refuse her at this time.

"Like father, like daughter!"

Sure enough, her aunt tapped her nose and said resignedly, "You win. I'll steam egg custard for you tonight."

"But you have to promise Auntie that you won't cry or make a scene at Grandma's house, and definitely won't cause any trouble. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, it's all in my heart—"

Li Shu, acting like a little adult, gave her a confident gesture and even took the initiative to close the car door.

Qin Jingru truly felt like she was "sending the Buddha to the West," hurriedly closing the car door for the young lady.

When she turned back and saw Li Xuewu had just come out, she couldn't help but complain, "You knew I was afraid of this, didn't you?"

"What are you talking about—"

Li Xuewu smiled and waved at his daughter in the car, saying, "My daughter is so cute, what's there to be afraid of?"

"I used to think my daughter was sweet too," Qin Jingru pursed her lips, walking angrily toward the yard, muttering, "Now I've decided, no matter what, I must have a son!"

"Did you hear that?" Li Xuewu said after getting into the car, reminding Han Jiankun who was looking back, "You need to work harder."

"I still prefer daughters."

Han Jiankun shook his head with a bitter smile and then started the car.

There were more children in this large courtyard than at home, and there were several around Li Shu's age, so she didn't lack playmates at all.

Compared to the single-family households at Haiyuncang, a large courtyard with a dozen or twenty households was very common, and children were born one after another.

Actually, the family planning policy existed, but it wasn't strictly enforced; it was just a proposal and an advocacy.

In cadre families, which were considered elite families during this period, the idea was that having two or three children was probably enough.

But in the hutongs, especially among those with lower requirements for material culture and spiritual satisfaction, children were had as they came, and few took protective measures.

Some families even raised seven or eight children, which was not uncommon in single-income families.

Old concepts and traditional values placed the pursuit of a flourishing family line ahead of great wealth; having seven or eight sons in a family was the most impressive existence.

It would be troublesome if they had seven or eight daughters.

Don't talk about having an imperial throne to inherit; they just had to have a son.

There really was a position to inherit; children of worker families usually received one or two spots to enter the factory.

In this era, entering the factory was equivalent to an "iron rice bowl," an existence even more enviable than entering a government agency.

The reason for emphasizing the need for a son was that, in the eyes of the older generation, one could never live with a daughter and son-in-law.

Looking at the residents in the courtyard, Li Xuewu's generation didn't have many children because they couldn't afford to raise them if they had too many, and most would have starved to death anyway.

But by Li Shu's generation, it was about to explode.

According to economic survey results, since last year, the living standards of urban residents had begun to rise steadily.

The supply of food, meat, eggs, milk, and other non-staple foods had improved significantly; at least, the phenomenon of going hungry would no longer appear.

Of course, if you were talking about a single-income family with seven or eight sons, they would inevitably worry about food and livelihood.

Li Xuewu hadn't felt there were so many children in the hutong before, and he hadn't paid much attention as he passed by.

It wasn't until he had Li Shu and Li Ning, and Li Shu grew up and wanted to find playmates, that he realized it in hindsight.

He couldn't even remember when the children in the neighbors' homes were born; it seemed like they appeared in an instant and were playing with his own children.

"Auntie—"

Li Shu had sharp eyes and a sharp mind. Seeing Zhao Yafang holding Li Tang in the yard, she took the initiative to greet her.

Zhao Yafang adored her the most, treating her like her own daughter since she was small.

Seeing the two of them enter the yard, she greeted them, "It just cleared up, and it's still a bit chilly. Why aren't you wearing more?"

"I'm not cold—"

Li Shu didn't wait for her father to answer and snatched the words.

Once she entered the yard, she didn't want Li Xuewu to carry her anymore, struggling to get down and walk by herself.

But Li Xuewu was in a hurry to get to work. If he really indulged her, wouldn't it take five minutes to walk from the gate to the door?

"Alright, I'll leave my daughter to you!"

Li Xuewu didn't even enter the house. He placed his daughter in front of his sister-in-law and waved his hand, saying, "There's a meeting this morning, I have to go first."

"You're too busy—"

Zhao Yafang said to Li Shu with a smile, "It's over, your dad doesn't want you anymore."

"Sigh—there's no help for it—"

Li Shu raised her little hand, imitating her mother's movements to tidy up the hair scattered on her face, and said with feigned helplessness, "My dad is the Secretary-General now."

"Hahaha—"

The "Big Demon King's" affected expression wasn't annoying at all; on the contrary, it had a cute, precocious quality.

Zhao Yafang asked with a smile, "Do you know what a Secretary-General is?"

"Not really, Auntie told me."

Li Shu hopped twice, looked into Grandma's house, and said, "Anyway, he's busier than before, and I don't know what he's so busy with."

"Then when your dad comes back, you should ask him properly."

Zhao Yafang opened the door, brought the little girl inside, and taught her, "You just say, 'What are you so busy with? You don't even have time to play with me.'"

"Hee hee—"

Li Shu gave a mischievous smile, began to take off the small cotton-padded jacket she was wearing, and ran into the house to rummage for toys.

Her toys couldn't fit in the house anymore, so she had shared some with Li Tang, but in her mind, Li Tang's were hers, so playing with them wasn't excessive.

Mm, her toys were still hers.

"Secretary-General, the leadership asked about the vehicle usage."

Liang Zuodong met Li Xuewu on the third floor and took the initiative to come over and greet him.

"Including the vehicle procurement for Deputy Director Su, Deputy Director Zhang, Deputy Director Gao, and other branch companies and factory leaders, what do you think..."

"What is the leadership's intention?"

Li Xuewu pointed to the office of the Director of the Management Committee Office and led him inside.

This place had been vacant since Ding Zigui was transferred and was used by the secretaries for material processing.

But entering today, the room full of materials was gone; it was clean, tidy, and brand new, and even the furniture had been replaced.

The offices of newly appointed deputy directors could use old furniture because they would be moving into a new office building next year, and this furniture would be phased out.

But the newly appointed Director of the Management Committee Office couldn't be wronged, because this was a supervising leader. At least Liang Zuodong and Bai Changshan felt there was nothing wrong with that.

Originally, Li Xuewu was just the head of the Security Group, concurrently serving as the Deputy Director of the Management Committee Office; they were of the same rank in the Management Committee Office.

But in just one month, Li Xuewu had not only become the Director of the Management Committee Office but also the Secretary-General of the Factory Management Committee, advancing further and completely suppressing them.

Before the dust settles, everyone is a dark horse.

After the dust settles, everyone will be a sycophant.

Liang Zuodong had dared to engage in small tricks behind the scenes before, but now, under Li Xuewu's command...

One could only say that as arrogant as he was before, he was now that humble.

Did you think it only took a year to go from Deputy Director of the Management Committee Office to Secretary-General?

Don't be silly, that's Li Xuewu!

What he wanted to show Li Xuewu now was that he had the ability and the confidence to be the capable successor to the Director of the Management Committee Office.

If Li Xuewu gave him a chance, he would be willing to work like a dog and strive to become the Deputy Secretary-General.

Entering the office, Li Xuewu sat behind the desk very naturally, crossed his right leg, and placed his hands together in front of him.

Liang Zuodong, however, very consciously stood opposite the desk and reported, "Deputy Director Gao's intention is to ask you to arrange it as you see fit; she doesn't have much demand for vehicle usage for the time being."

"You know about Deputy Director Su and Deputy Director Zhang," he paused and said, "There aren't many small cars that can be coordinated in the factory."

"Mm, Director Li has mentioned this matter."

Li Xuewu waved his hand, not letting the secretary of the Management Committee Office who followed him in help pour tea; he didn't intend to sit here all morning.

"The reason the vehicle procurement plan wasn't passed in advance was mainly considering the unified adjustment of the leaders' ranks this time."

"Yes, I believe the leaders understand that."

Liang Zuodong nodded and said, "But now... what do you think about the application report for the Management Committee Office? Should we order cars from Modu, or import them?"

"Let's not import them; it's too flashy."

Li Xuewu shook his head slightly, looked at him, and said, "Deputy Director Gu, Deputy Director Jing, and other leaders use the 'Two-Head Flat' (Shanghai SH760), so let's procure those."

He thought for a moment and said, "Compile the statistics. The main persons in charge of branch companies and professional factories, and those at the division level, will use the Red Star Hongxing Lingyang."

"Comrades above the division level will use the gray Modu, and factory leaders will be uniformly procured black Modu," Li Xuewu nodded slowly and added, "Using the Hongxing Lingyang is also an expedient measure; our factory has a production plan for new cars within two or three years."

"Is it a Jeep, or a sedan?"

Liang Zuodong asked tentatively, "If it's a Jeep..."

"There will be both Jeeps and sedans."

Li Xuewu said frankly, "My opinion is still to prioritize practicality; after all, our factory is under relatively high development pressure these two years."

"Procuring the Hongxing Lingyang has another benefit, which is facilitating the subsequent replacement of official vehicles. The Automotive Research Institute is already making plans."

"Yes, I understand—"

Liang Zuodong nodded knowingly and reported softly, "Director Li specifically instructed that the Volga he replaced is reserved for you."

"We'll see; I'm not in a hurry."

Li Xuewu smiled; he couldn't refuse Li Huai's good intentions.

Old Li had mentioned this to him once, and this time, instructing Liang Zuodong was also intentional to let others know that assigning a car to Li Xuewu was his idea.

The implication of this care couldn't be more obvious, but Li Xuewu really felt embarrassed to let factory leaders ride in Modu cars while he rode in an imported Volga.

Even if it was a replacement, it would still invite resentment.

He was the Secretary-General now, but he was still concurrently holding the positions of the person in charge of the Management Committee Office and the Security Group; both sides needed a certain amount of handover and adaptation time.

The successor for the Security Group had already been determined, and he had long been familiar with the Management Committee Office; it was also starting from a few days ago that he officially took on the responsibilities.

"Alright, let's do it this way. You submit the application, and I'll sign it."

Li Xuewu stood up, walked out from behind the desk, patted his arm, and said with a smile, "Communicate with the leadership on that side and ask them to understand."

"Don't worry, I'll arrange it."

Liang Zuodong nodded very seriously, and only then did he go out with Li Xuewu.

When they came out, he asked tentatively, "I've already had people clean up the office here. Do you think anything else needs to be added?"

"Not for now, no hurry."

Li Xuewu narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile, "Comrade Wang Xiaoqin still needs some time to adapt on the Security Group side, and I need to do some finishing work here."

He said with a double entendre, "Xiaoli is already working on the division of materials, but there's just too much; I'm afraid it will take some time."

"I was just saying this morning, how should Comrade Xiaoli's personnel file be transferred?"

Liang Zuodong asked very diligently, "Should it be placed in the First Section, or?"

His diligence also had a purpose: on one hand, he wanted to know Li Xuewu's subsequent work arrangements and the layout of the Management Committee Office's work.

On the other hand, he was probing Li Xuewu's attitude toward personnel work, and starting with the arrangements for the people around him was the most suitable.

As long as he asked clearly about Li Xuewu's arrangements for Peng Xiaoli, he could basically determine the subsequent personnel arrangements for several sections.

Previously, Li Xuewu was responsible for organizational coordination, and Shi Ruoweng was responsible for factory affairs, which was the management work of specific sections.

The First and Second Sections were Shi Ruoweng's responsibility, and the Third and Fourth Sections were Ao Yuhua's responsibility.

Now Shi Ruoweng had been dealt with, and Ao Yuhua had gone to the Personnel Department; the management work of the sections was temporarily Li Xuewu's responsibility.

But because of the office location, Li Xuewu kept a tight grip on the organizational construction of the sections and was relatively loose on daily management.

After Liang Zuodong and Bai Changshan arrived, they hadn't really come into contact with the specific management of the sections; they only participated in management work as leaders of the Management Committee Office.

Just yesterday, Li Xuewu convened an organizational work meeting of the Management Committee Office and determined the division of labor for the deputy directors.

Compared to before, special adjustments were made: Liang Zuodong was responsible for the First and Third Sections, and Bai Changshan was responsible for the Second and Fourth Sections.

The four sections of the Management Committee Office also had different service directions.

As the supervising deputy director, determining the supervising sections also determined the subsequent responsibilities.

"I haven't had time to ask him yet; wait and see."

Li Xuewu turned a blind eye to Liang Zuodong's probing, intending to keep them hanging for a while, so they wouldn't forget their place.

Several answers used words like "no hurry," "talk about it slowly," and "wait and see," which was just not wanting the other party to get close to him, clearly creating a sense of distance.

Everyone was a deputy director before, but he was the head of the Security Group!

Who gave him the courage to engage in small tricks behind his back?

Lu Xun once said, when the skirt is big, there are all kinds of birds.

Li Xuewu wouldn't indulge this kind of person; those who needed to be beaten down had to be beaten down.

Because keeping them to show attitude and increase their ability was useless, and he didn't intend to pit anyone recently.

Of course, he also knew who gave Liang Zuodong the courage for his small tricks.

When a mouse mocks a cat, there must be a hole beside it.

When someone bullies you blatantly, there must be a dog beside him.

He wouldn't be angry about a contest of fists and feet within the rules, but if they dared to play dirty tricks on him, he could only say: "It's nothing, be more careful in your next life."

By the Liangma River, willows on the bank, spring is thick and flowers are blooming.

News of the commuter passenger ship, safe maiden voyage.

In mid-March, the medium-sized passenger ship, which was approved in April last year and designed and manufactured by Yingcheng Shipbuilding starting in May, had its maiden voyage last month.

And just today, the 【Red Star-Passenger A】 passenger ship, departing from the Yingcheng Shipyard wharf and heading straight to the wharf by the Liangma River Ecological Industrial Zone of the Red Star Factory, finally docked slowly amidst a crowd of expectant gazes.

The first project to start construction in the Liangma River Industrial Zone was actually not the United School, but the renovation project of the Liangma River banks and the cargo wharf.

Even now, this project hadn't been completely finished.

The Liangma River Ecological Industrial Zone would use a lot of water resources in the future. Facing the increasingly tight groundwater situation in the capital, the Red Star Factory could no longer rely entirely on groundwater and the small-scale circulation system of Tuanjie Lake.

Of course, the ecological water circulation system being built had reduced its water usage scale due to the overall relocation of the Steel Rolling Factory.

But the small thermal power plant under construction was also a major water user, including the water pipes pre-buried for greening and other water applications in the ecological industrial zone.

Water circulation meant water application and water management. Coincidentally, the river section where the Liangma River Industrial Zone was located was the node where other small water systems in the East City converged here.

That is to say, the Liangma River Industrial Zone was at one end of the Liangma River.

Widening the river channel would lose the carrying capacity for large ships, but in order to better plan and build the industrial zone, the Red Star Factory had to widen the river channel.

Under the premise of not being able to set up dams, the only way was to deepen the river channel while widening it, which could also gather more water resources.

Therefore, starting from this end, all the way to the edge of the industrial zone, the river channel became narrower and shallower.

Medium and large passenger ships could travel from Yingcheng to here without any pressure. Compared to rail transport, ships had a more convenient side.

In terms of comfort, it could also bring more enjoyment and experience to passengers.

Li Xuewu stood on the wharf, looking at the Red Star Factory employees waving on the ship's side, and couldn't help but smile.

He turned his head to Zhang Jinsong, the Deputy Director in charge of logistics and service work, and said, "To be able to let it dock here, the factory's engineering and construction department put in a lot of effort, but everything went smoothly."

"As you can see, it can carry 900 people from here to Yingcheng in less than a day and a half."

"Mm-hmm—" Zhang Jinsong didn't show enough surprise, nodded, and asked, "It is indeed shocking enough, and then?"

Seeing Li Xuewu narrow his eyes slightly and look at him in confusion, he added, "From the capital to Yingcheng, the train ride is also about a day and a half, right?"

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "If the effect is the same, why did our factory spend a huge amount of money to build such a big guy just for commuting?"

When he said this, his eyes were on Li Xuewu, but his hand gestured toward the direction of the ship that was docking.

By now, Li Xuewu could see that Zhang Jinsong was not very satisfied with the passenger ship project, or at least unwilling to spend this money.

"Indeed, a ship this big cost at least several hundred thousand in shipbuilding costs."

He didn't argue with Zhang Jinsong, nor did he explain to him why they had to build a passenger ship and operate it; he just followed his meaning and said a few words.

"And the wharf here."

Zhang Jinsong pointed to his feet, looked at the ship in front of him, and said with heartache, "The Red Star Factory is in a stage of high-speed development, and money is needed everywhere, but over a million in funds were dumped here."

He put his hands on his hips, looking at the newly planted willows on both banks, the construction site, and the blue water surface, and said, "I am very pained by this kind of waste."

"Some cadres in our factory still haven't cut off the tails of hedonism and capitalist solidification; they are still playing that 'whoever has milk is the mother' game."

"That's right, you're right—"

Li Xuewu nodded in agreement, looking at the employees getting off the ship, those smiling faces and joy, and felt that Deputy Director Zhang's words were very ironic.

"This cannot go on."

Zhang Jinsong said very seriously, "I don't care about previous policies and plans. Since I am now responsible for logistics and service work, we must rectify this bad phenomenon and cut off the tails."

"Mm, I fully agree with your opinion."

Li Xuewu nodded again in agreement. If they weren't on the wharf with many cadres standing behind them, he would even have wanted to applaud.

The words the two of them said standing here made those behind them frown frequently, whisper to each other, and discuss heatedly.

The shipping project was a project initiated by Yingcheng Shipbuilding and was decided only after review and research by the finance and multiple departments.

The main body of the operation was temporarily in Yingcheng, but Zhang Jinsong was in charge of logistics and service work, so this was also within his scope of supervision.

Then the question arises: who proposed this project in the first place?

That's right, it was the Secretary-General standing beside Zhang Jinsong, constantly agreeing that this project should be canceled.

Those who didn't know what happened were confused; those who understood the actual situation and the project had deep meaning in their eyes.

Oh ho—

The Red Star Factory's Management Committee had just been staffed, and the disputes and contradictions were coming too fast.

To deny his previous work and project in front of the Secretary-General, Deputy Director Zhang was truly a... little cutie.

Should one say he was upright and brainless, or that he was eager for quick success?

They didn't need to say it; Xu Sian, the Director of the Yingcheng Shipbuilding Management Committee, came down from the ship, accompanied by some cadres from the shipyard.

"Deputy Director Zhang, Secretary-General."

Xu Sian walked over in an administrative suit, his face glowing, and shook hands with the factory leaders who came to attend the maiden voyage ceremony.

He didn't seem to notice Deputy Director Zhang's attitude and, taking advantage of the atmosphere of gongs and drums at the scene, began to introduce it.

"... Ship length 138 meters, beam 17.6 meters, depth 8.4 meters, draft 6 meters, 5926 gross tonnage, two 9ESDZ43/82 diesel engines, power 2×3310 kilowatts, speed 17 knots, endurance 3500 nautical miles, cargo capacity 2000 tons, passenger capacity 856 people, the route is furthest from Steel City to the capital..."

Zhang Jinsong was a bit indifferent when he first heard Xu Sian's introduction; even though he tried hard to look like he was seriously participating in the activity, he still couldn't hide his negativity and impatience.

He didn't like this project from the bottom of his heart, and he was even less willing to spend more energy and funds to maintain a means of transportation that could only transport employees.

But due to the importance of Yingcheng Shipbuilding, and looking at the face of Xu Sian, who was also a senior division-level cadre, he had to put on a serious look.

It was just that as he listened, something wasn't right. He heard the 900 people Li Xuewu just mentioned, but why the hell was there also a cargo transport capacity of 2000 tons?

And what was the concept of an endurance of 3500 nautical miles?

"Cargo capacity 2000 tons?"

"That's right, Deputy Director Zhang."

Xu Sian's introduction was interrupted by the leader, so he had to nod, and after confirming, he continued to introduce, "According to the current level of shipping transport, this ship only needs to make four trips to the capital every month to meet the commuting and family visit guarantees of Red Star Factory employees."

"In addition, we have also signed cooperation agreements with shipping companies such as the Tianjin Port Wharf, Bincheng Port Wharf, Modu, and so on."

Old Xu was truly happy today. After being at Yingcheng Shipbuilding for so long, he finally got to show off at his own doorstep.

Similarly, he also ignored Deputy Director Zhang's increasingly dark complexion.

"Conservatively estimated, this ship can have at least 300,000 in profit every year after removing the commuting guarantee costs, and it is expected to fully break even within three years."

"Mm, very good, very nice—"

Zhang Jinsong nodded in praise in a tone that made everyone behind him feel itchy in their toes, amidst Xu Sian's glowing and incessant introduction.

"Still want to thank the leadership for their support and help."

When Xu Sian said this, although he was speaking to Zhang Jinsong, his gaze still glanced at Li Xuewu beside him.

【How about it, brother, am I awesome?】

【Awesome, you're super awesome, continue!】

After a brief exchange of glances, Xu Sian, encouraged by Li Xuewu, blew his own horn even harder.

"In the second half of this year, Yingcheng Shipbuilding will continue to invest in the construction of two passenger ships," he said with a smile, "In addition to commuting guarantee needs, they can also be leased to shipping companies and other shipping units..."

The more awesome he sounded, the stiffer Zhang Jinsong's expression became, and the corners of the mouths of the cadres behind him were pursed into steel bars, very afraid that they wouldn't be able to hold back their laughter.

What did they hear?

They heard nothing, only the sound of a slap in the face.

At this moment, everyone thought of that sentence in unison: when a leader talks about business, they are just a big **.

For this kind of leader who doesn't understand but pretends to, the best way to deal with it was the demonstration the Secretary-General just gave them at the scene.

Where is the Secretary-General?

Mm, standing there without any embarrassment or surprise, listening to Director Xu's report.

【You spoke very well, continue】

"Secretary-General, someone from the General Office Management Division is here to receive the Hongtu passenger cars. Do you want to meet their team leader?"

Peng Xiaoli was busier than before, holding a large stack of documents, standing beside Li Xuewu's desk, reporting one thing after another.

Those who could report through him were all things that couldn't be put on paper, or didn't have a direct responsible department.

"How many are being handed over this time?"

Li Xuewu sat in the office of the former Director of the Management Committee Office; the door sign had long been changed to Secretary-General.

Actually, according to his current rank, he should have been able to get a larger office, but he refused Liang Zuodong's proposal.

On the third floor of the main office building, the area was only so big. In order to accommodate all the team members, except for the Management Committee Office, all other offices had moved away.

If he expanded the office area again, there would really be no room left on the third floor.

This was also the reason why he preferred to work on the Security Group side; the place was larger and more spacious.

However, there were still some tasks that needed to be handled here, and Peng Xiaoli was working harder.

He opened his notebook and confirmed, "Three vehicles are being handed over this time, all with customized standards, and the configuration of the three vehicles is different."

"Mm, I won't meet them," Li Xuewu instructed, "Please ask General Manager Xia to come forward and receive them."

"Okay, Leader. I'll go communicate with General Manager Xia later."

Peng Xiaoli turned the document and continued to report, "The second batch of eight savings offices of the Red Star United Savings Bank Beijing Branch has started construction..."

"In the future, hand over such economic work directly to Deputy Director Gao," Li Xuewu raised his head, pointed at Peng Xiaoli, and said, "The specific situation will be reflected in the work briefing, and I'll just understand it."

"Understood, Leader," Peng Xiaoli made a note in his notebook and asked at the same time, "Do you need to tell the Economic Leadership Group Office?"

"Mm, we'll talk about that later."

Li Xuewu tapped his fountain pen, lowered his head to continue reviewing the documents, and explained, "Director Li intends to hand over the Economic Management Group to Deputy Director Gao to be responsible for. Let's notify them after the news is confirmed."

"Oh, by the way—"

He seemed to have just remembered something, raised his head, looked at Peng Xiaoli, and asked, "Is the gas station project almost finished?"

"It's already finished. It's on trial run this Sunday, and it should be officially put into operation by the end of the month."

Peng Xiaoli introduced, "Construction vehicles, transport vehicles, and factory official vehicles will all have to go to the Red Star Gas Station to refuel starting next week."

"That's good news!"

Li Xuewu nodded affirmatively and said, "Mention it to the Sales Department. The Automotive Sales Company can pair the gas station's finished oil sales business for marketing. Many customers can't find external gas stations now, right?"

"Yes, Leader, but..."

Peng Xiaoli hesitated and reminded, "This is our internal supply gas station; we don't have a license for external finished oil distribution. I'm afraid..."

"Sell it like that for now. There are so many people in the Red Star Factory; who knows if they are our factory's employees?"

Li Xuewu said nonchalantly, "With the increase in the ownership of cars and motorcycles, the opening for finished oil sales will be opened sooner or later."

He signed the documents in his hand, raised his head, looked at Peng Xiaoli, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Yes, the fourth phase of the double-plan class is starting enrollment..."

"Hand it over to Comrade Decai to handle."

Before Peng Xiaoli finished speaking, Li Xuewu waved his hand to interrupt him and emphasized, "Don't send the daily business of the Security Group to me here."

"Whoever it should be handed over to, let them handle it."

He shook his head slightly and said, "Now, even if I had eight hands, I couldn't finish all this work. Don't hand everything to me."

"Whatever each department can complete, let them handle it diligently. If they can't handle it, hand it over to the person in charge of the division, or the person in charge of the department."

Li Xuewu put down his fountain pen, picked up his teacup, and said, "There's one more thing; I have to ask you. I've been too busy lately to attend to it."

"You also know that the work of the Security Group is to be handed over to Comrade Wang Xiaoqin to be responsible for," he looked at Peng Xiaoli and asked, "What about you? Do you want to stay in the Security Group, or do you want to follow me to the Management Committee Office?"

"Let me say this to you first," before Peng Xiaoli could answer, he added, "Comrade Wang Xiaoqin, as a representative of the three branches, is responsible for the security work of the factory, but she has to take into account her main duties in the Third Security Regiment. Do you understand?"

Seeing Peng Xiaoli nod, he continued, "On one hand, she can't fully invest in the work of the Red Star Factory; on the other hand, it's the complexity of the three-branch work. She needs a helper who understands the Security Group and can help her handle some basic affairs."

"You mean..."

Peng Xiaoli already understood what Li Xuewu meant; he wanted to recommend him to serve as this assistant.

Of course, he certainly knew Wang Xiaoqin's situation very well, and he also understood Wang Xiaoqin's work environment and status in the Red Star Factory next.

Just as Li Xuewu said, if he really stayed in the Security Group and served as Wang Xiaoqin's assistant, he could gain more work experience and opportunities to get started than he had now.

This was very beneficial to his growth and development.

Li Xuewu thought so too, so he nodded and said, "If you think it's okay, I will recommend you to her."

"Of course, if you don't want to, you can continue to follow me," Li Xuewu said with a smile, "But you'll be back in the Management Committee Office."

"There's one more thing I have to make clear to you."

He became serious and looked at Peng Xiaoli, saying, "Even if you follow me, I won't let you work by my side for a long time."

"You should understand what I mean; this won't do you any good."

"I understand..."

Peng Xiaoli nodded, knowing in his heart that Li Xuewu's transfer to the Management Committee Office was just a transition, and he would go to Steel City in less than a year.

The framework for the Steel City Industrial Zone had already been set up, and Dong Wenxue's mission had been completed.

Just look at Dong Wenxue's current division of labor; he was already preparing to return to Beijing and was also laying the foundation for Li Xuewu to go to Steel City.

If he continued to follow Li Xuewu, at most it would be a year, and he would have to make another choice.

Should he choose to stay in the Security Group now and follow Wang Xiaoqin, or rely on Li Xuewu's care in a year and be sent down as a deputy section chief?

For a young man, even if he had been mixing in the agency for three years, this multiple-choice question was very difficult to answer correctly.

"No hurry, you still have time to consider."

Li Xuewu saw his dilemma and said with a smile, "No matter what choice you make, I want to express my gratitude for your service and help."

PS: I wrote this chapter from 9:30 in the morning until 8:40 in the evening. I feel a bit broken down. I could have written twenty thousand words, but I was worried that if I wrote too much, the quality would drop. I kept reviewing the content, wanting to do my best to ensure quality and quantity, but I'm in a bit of a bad state.

Give me some time, I will definitely be able to do twenty thousand words a day, ensuring quality and quantity.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1263 =====